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Feb 1, 2012 And so it begins......

It's 10:43pm........I should be in bed.  My 3 year old has been asleep since 7pm and my 6 month old went down at 8:30.....which means I'll be up at the crack of dawn, and I'll be cursing the fact that I didn't head upstairs at 9.  But I'm a mom....and as most moms know, when your children are asleep, this is the ONLY time of the day that you have to yourself .....all to yourself.  Time where, technically, you should be writing down your grocery list, or folding laundry, or putting on another load of laundry, or doing something that involves getting your house to a better state than it is in now.  But I'm so sick of laundry I could vomit.  And if I have to pick up one more toy (that I know will end up in the exact same spot on the floor in the middle of the family room) by 7am tomorrow......I will just explode! 
So I sit back and analyze my life and wonder, where's the spark???  I mean.....I get it....my life is not Gwen Stefani's.....I don't have hair and makeup people to make me look glamorous as soon as I wake up.  Maintaining my platinum look is near impossible right now.  Very often I resemble a skunk rather than my darling Gwen.  And I am not whisked off to a glorious location for a photoshoot by private jet.  My Dodge Grand Caravan is farely new and has all the  bells and whistles.....but still.  And more often than not, I'm off to the grocery store in hopes that lactose free milk is on sale that day.  I mean, I try.  I read the magazines, I try to wear or at least imitate what the stars are wearing........but sometimes, in my small town of residence, you look pretty stupid wearing stillettos, a fur vest and red lipstick to your local Walmart.  Hey....at least I stay off the "people of walmart" photos.  I think?
So here I am......trying to figure out how to be glamorous in my non-glamorous world.  I know it's possible!  I mean....I'm Polish....and Polish women are always trying to look glamorous, in ANY circumstance.  The church we went to as teens was one step away from a Milan runway.  I remember planning my outfit and hair days in advance.  My mom always said "God is watching.  You should look nice for him." 
Sometimes I feel like I'm a glamazon trapped in this small town.  And everything crazy happens to me and my family.  My mom believes that you are judged by the way you look and the cleanliness of your house.  She also believes that I married the wrong guy!  That's a whole other story.....which I will one day share with you! 
I believe that I need to create my own path and take the world by storm..........or at least, find a way to take a shower and put on makeup......before noon!

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  1. Mompreneur2 February 2012 at 09:22

    ha ha! God is watching... you should look nice for him - NO PRESSURE!!? I love this - please keep writing :)

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    1. Ridiculous Girl2 February 2012 at 13:16

      haha - thanks Mompreneur! I appreciate the support! more is coming....stay tuned!!!!

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